The life of a Malfoy (a Harry Potter; the Next Generation fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Nightmares and Ballet Flats.

DISCLAIMER: Anything that you recognise is not mine, nor will it ever be mine. I do not mean to make any profit from this story, it is purely for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others. 

CHAPTER 1

 

Olivia Malfoy stepped up the stairs and sat on a wooden stool that had been placed directly in front of the headmistress’s chair.  She shut her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look into the sea of faces peering up at her and she felt the ancient hat being placed on her head.

“Ah.” Said the hat, “Another Malfoy. How curious it is that you do not possess qualities for the house of which you’re entire family has preceded you in.” Olivia’s heart rate sped up. What did that mean? She wasn’t fit to be in Slytherin? “Yes, I can’t see you being great in Slytherin at all. You don’t seem to be worthy of any of the houses. Are you sure you’re a witch? For goodness sake, girl, what are you even doing here?” In a loud voice, the hat yelled “This child is not fit for any house and shall be sent home, immediately!” The child’s stomach dropped and she heard the laughter from many of the students. As the hat was lifted of her head she opened her eyes and glanced over at the Slytherin table to see her brother, Scorpius, with a look of utter horror on his face. As soon as their eyes met, though, he glanced away and became fascinated with the table. She felt as if her heart was breaking and a tear slipped down her cheek as she ran from the great hall, followed by jeers and mockery from the other students. As she got to the back of the hall, a student stuck their foot out from underneath the table and she tripped, smashing her head against the hard marble floor and everything went black.

“Olivia! Olivia, darling? Wake up, dear, you were having a nightmare.” A familiar voice yanked Olivia from subconsciousness and her eyes fluttered open.  Standing over her was her mother, Astoria Malfoy, who looked very worried. As she became more conscious, Olivia calmed down and clear thoughts began to form in her mind. The first thing she noticed was that she was drenched in sweat. She sat up slowly and realised that her father and brother were standing in the doorway. They also looked concerned.

“I…” She started and then stopped as she remembered the nightmare. They don’t need to worry about me. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. “Yeah. I think I just need a hot shower.” She kicked the covers off her and stumbled out of her room and down the hallway to the bathroom. When she got there, she locked the door shut behind her. Then Olivia went over to the sink and washed her face with cool water. She couldn’t tell her family what the nightmare had been about. In fact, it had been a recurring dream since she got her Hogwarts letter. Dear Miss Malfoy. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She knew that she would get the letter, having had her name down since the day she was born, but she still worried. Her entire family had been in Slytherin. She had no idea how her parents would react but she had a feeling that they would not be too pleased. There were only a few days until she would leave with her brother on the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Scorpius was in his 3rd year now.

All the trunks were packed, the books were bought and everything was ready, except for Olivia. What if I don’t make friends? What if I’m stupid? What will I do? Thoughts like this plagued the Eleven-Year-Old’s mind and she couldn’t seem to shake them. She breathed deeply and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She had white-blonde hair from her father, which she shared with her brother, and chocolate brown eyes that she had inherited from her mother. It was a rare combination and one that many found attractive. Deciding that she should look at least half-presentable when she returned from the bathroom, she had a quick shower. She washed and blow-dried her hair, finally fastening it into a neat braid with a hair tie. Then she shrugged on her soft dressing gown and went back to her bedroom. She picked out a clean, black knee-length fitted skirt and a white, short sleeved blouse. She added a pair of black ballet flats and when she was happy with her appearance, she made her way down to the dining room.

Whereas guests always seemed to need a map to make their way around the Manor, Olivia knew the route off by heart and could probably do it blind-folded. From her doorway, she made a right turn and walked down the hall. Second hall on the left and then another right turn at the end of that corridor, then down the grand staircase and into the main entrance hall. Finally she turned right into a large space that was obviously dedicated to meals.

The room was mostly bare, with only a long rectangular table and a fireplace occupying the floor and several old paintings hanging from the walls. Draco Malfoy sat at the end of the table with a piece of toast in one hand and today’s print of the Daily Prophet in the other. Cubby, the House elf was standing by Scorpius offering him a jug of milk and Astoria was in deep conversation with one of the paintings on the wall. Olivia pulled out a chair next to Scorpius and was immediately offered some milk from Cubby. She accepted and buttered herself a piece of toast while the house elf poured her a glass of milk. Next to her, her brother was wearing a smart-casual pair of dress pants with a long sleeve white shirt and a pair of black dress shoes. This attire was expected in the household and neither child owned a pair of jeans or sneakers. Some thought that it was an act of superiority from the family and those people held a prejudice against the Malfoys. Actually, this attire had been enforced from Olivia and Scorpius’ grandfather, Lucius Malfoy. Lucius did think he was superior to others and could not bear to have his family dress casually.  Olivia thought it was a bit extreme to wear clothes that made you look like a banker, especially when she was eleven, but she was eleven. What would she know?

Olivia noticed that Cubby had finished pouring the milk.

“Thank you, Cubby.” She said politely.

“Miss Olivia is welcome.” The small elf squeaked. “Is there anything else that Miss Olivia would like?” Internally, Olivia laughed. She was always the kindest to Cubby, and Cubby had always loved her in return.

“No thank you, Cubby. I think I’ll be fine.” The little creature bowed and then scurried away to ask Olivia’s father if he wanted anything.  Olivia glanced over to her brother, who had a book open. She reached over and lifted the cover up so that she could see what he was reading. The title read ‘Fantastical Beasts and Where to find them’. Trust Scorpius to be reading a textbook before school starts. After she had finished breakfast, Olivia went back up to her room and walked over to her bedside where her wand was resting. Larch, Phoenix core, 10 inches and surprisingly swishy. When she had given it a wave in Ollivanders, it had felt brilliant. It was as if there was nothing else in the entire world at that moment other than her and the wand.

Since there wasn’t anything to do to get ready for Hogwarts, Olivia decided to go down to the library and read a book. She chose ‘Quidditch through the ages’, and settled down into a comfy sofa to read. Hours passed and Olivia had fallen asleep while she was reading. She woke up to the slight shaking of Cubby

“Miss Olivia has missed Dinner. Would Miss like Cubby to bring her something to eat?” The eleven-year-old blinked a few times and tried to get her surroundings.

“Oh, uh, no thank you Cubby. I’m not that hungry. I think I’ll go to bed. Do you think you could put this back where it belongs, please?” She gestured to the book and the elf took it.

“Cubby will return the book Miss. Cubby loves Miss Olivia. Miss Olivia is so kind to Cubby, Cubby does not deserve such kindness.”  The elf gushed.

“Of course you deserve kindness, Cubby. Well, goodnight.” She said.

“Goodnight Miss Olivia.” Then the elf hurried away to put the book back to where Olivia had pulled it from. Olivia returned to her room and changed from her ‘banker’ ensemble into her pyjamas. She took her hair out of its braid and brushed it a couple of times then scrambled into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: I know. I am an awful person for not focussing on my Doctor Who fanfics, but I keep having ideas and I knew that I just had to bring Olivia to life. She's like my baby, except without the 14 hour+ slog in the labour ward, and the 9 month cooking cycle....ANYWAY, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I know it's not much because I'm just getting started but you should vote and comment and stuff... yeah. Tell me what you think. Also Olivia's wand is my wand on Pottermore. If any of you want to know, my Pottermore name is MoonFlame3672.

Love, S.